Shen Yunfei was already at a disadvantage against Wu Xin, and with the injury from a few days ago not yet healed, one hit from Wu Xin sent him staggering backward uncontrollably.
Just then, Lian Qingqing was standing right beside him. Shen Yunfei, caught off guard, toppled over, crushing Lian Qingqing who had no chance to react.
Lian Qingqing was still holding a teacup. The teacup crashed to the ground with a clang, and as her wrist flicked upward, it landed right on the shattered cup.
The ceramic cup, now broken into sharp fragments, sliced into Lian Qingqing's wrist, and blood spurted out. In an instant, a pool of deep red blood spread across the floor.
"Qingqing."
Shen Yunfei struggled to his feet, and as his hand was close to where Lian Qingqing lay, he felt the stickiness. Glancing over, his face instantly turned pale at the sight of the crimson blood, carrying the stench of iron, overwhelming him with panic.
